It was bizarre, awkward – wrong. But I couldn't say or do anything. I could see my breasts heaving and wobbling a little as I panted hard. My skin t...ngling, wondering what was going to happen. I looked at Mr Wilson in the mirror, making eye contact for the first time. His eyes were locked on mines, before slowly scanning up and down my exposed body. I jumped a little as i felt his hand lightly brushing my hair away from my neck and shoulders before gently placing both his hands there, stroking. Sean was quieter, or more focused. He was still a boy and, after a while, began laughing again. He eventually began playing his practical jokes on other people too, but he was different. He still laughed when a joke was successful, and even when the joke was turned on him. His laughter didn't last as long and didn't seem as boisterous as it had before he was captured. He wasn't satisfied with his lessons either. Each lesson learned was immediately explored to find variations for how it could be. ? Her feet were inthe stirrups with her thighs, knees, and ankles tied in place.? Her legs were spread open, showing the newlyshaven cunt.? The tears were stilldripping down her cheeks.? Beatricewalked all around the girl, the camera showing the girl?s new owner all hercharms. ?Well, Jean-Paul, what do you think?? ?Oh Beatrice, you have outdone yourself with this one.? I knew she was pretty when you showed me thephotos, but ? she is perfection.? Go backto that cunt again.? Beatrice walked back. ...that isn't all we came here for, Philly...." Becky statedas Jesse put down the container with the special voice juice (black witha crossed out Vox Mutatio label on it, with Philly Dillon scribbled overtop). Philly turned back around to them, and with a sly chester catsmile, uttered, "Well....how would you like to make some more cashgals...." as he went to pull back the curtain, revealing a small bedwith a camera and lighting rig set next to it. Jesse gleefully boltedover there, while Becky,.